Speechless chaos.

Okay, just one thing to admit at the start.
TAKING THE DISCS WAS MY BEST DECISION THIS WEEK.
I just love them.
It's making the answer that I give when asking me what I'm hearing, because now, for sure I have no idea!

So, today, I was very tired.
And most time of the day I ate.
I'm still tired.

Well, I hate school.
I feel that everything is fake.
It feels like a movie and not from the good kind, it's more like the movies you don't enjoy watching, but you don't regret it, it happened to me in Terabithia.
Am I the only one who thinks that this movie make no sense and have no point?!
But my social life...
Okay, it does make sense, of course, got a point, but it's just very boring, of course, it's not the normal one, but still, it's not something that people notice.

I guess I'm just walking towards winter, oh winter...
Another cause for sadness in my life.
And last winter, and the lack of my best friend, back there it was temporary, but now, now she's gone.
Oh great, just fabulous.
My life turning into a typical teens and young adults novel, now seriously, where's the strange unfriendly dude?
I don't even have awesome twin that will tell me that he's a zombie when he's actually dwarfs that puke rainbows (actually that's pretty awesome, so it won't be in the book)/
Now all I need some big tragedy, and a stalker that will write every detail about my life and I'm done.
It will be ready for Razor Bill Penguin (a publishing company, the one who published Reached, as far as I know).
And guess what?
It's like perfect things to write about, a fucked up girl, in a new school, barely know a human, lost faith in humanity and hopes, but just keep dragging herself up, now the very not realistic continue, until, a mysterious guy comes to her class, and since then, her world is changing.
What world will she pick?
About The Author: Dvash Abarbanel born in Israel 2001, so she won't write anymore because she must be very politically correct.


I just feel very racist when I hear The Cure, it's so much fun!
Since there's a song named Killing An Arab it's harder to not exploding laughing.
I'm sorry for the use of the word "explosion" that was quite racist.

Okay, I just want to remember what I feel that my nickname should be in school (which is not Chocolate Thun-da), it's pretty long but it's only for math, so try to keep up.
The-weird-artist-that-sits-next-to-the-popular-girl-gee-how-can-she-hate-her-she's-so-popular-she's-so-weird-!.
And yes, I do feel awkward to bring my sketchbook to math, I feel extremely nervous when people looking with intention to judge, even if it's for compliments.

I really like the new music, Violently Happy, it's a nice song, creepy music video, seriously, puppets, scissors, and there were other things, I just can't remember.
Bjork is the only one under Electonica in my music folder, and I like it this way.

I don't know what to say.
I'm speechless.
I don't know what I can do, I have no fucking idea.
Seriously, it's weird, it's not that I'm moving my head back and forth because it's a kick ass music, it's because I'm trying to calm down, and that movement is quite relaxing.


Okay, worst decision ever.
I just want to throw up, I feel ill, I just saw blood, and a lot of it, and some psychopathic girl twitter account.
I just get dizzy when I see a lot of this red liquid.
When I thought that #CutForBiber or the new thing with cutting the logo of Black Veil Brides to your skin was stupid.
Here this chaotic child, cutting her skin, so one silly band will follow her on Twitter, and that band is actually a very famous British band (I think they are British), nobody else but One Direction.
She also threatened to suicide (yes, threatening to kill yourself, of course it will make us call you a hero, facepalm), to kill her mother, to kill her dog, and to kill her cat.
And probably the craziest thing.
I cut myself due some crap that even I can't understand and I go to a psychologist that forces me to face my fears without her to know, but this child is cutting her skin because she want some guys to follow her, and she's treating to murder people, but she's not going into a hospital, tied in chains so she won't cause damage, not even for a psychologist.

You understand how unfair is that?



So it sucks, I don't want to go and suffer in school tomorrow, wear the boring outfit, of a solid shirt, black long leggings, and sport shoes, no accessories, not even something with the hair.
And 8 school hours, from 8:15 to 15:00, and then, on 16:00 until 17:00 a practice, and that's the day.


I'd probably wake up early tomorrow, sad but laughing, and will charge my phone, and will organize stuff for the renovation.
I hate the fact that I'd be in the north for above two weeks, it's not that I have friends around here, but, it's very boring there, very quiet.

So, good luck with my life, they won't shine on me.


Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.